Right opposite the front door I came in through is a huge hall with a glass cube floating highly in the air, which filled the whole hall with bright soft light. There were wide marble staircases leading to the upper floors by the back wall.

On the left there was a “coffee space” with tens of small round tables standing. On the right there were tall shelves with CDs, storage cards, and hard disks on them like in a library.

Screens and keyboards were seen everywhere. Countless wires and cables were lying on the floor. To my surprise, everything here in this hall was in a perfect order that didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all.

“What is this place?” I asked in amazement, looking around.

“Can’t be a coffee shop, can it?” the one on the phone replied, sounded a bit proud. “You are now in another world. The world of codes.”

That’s true perhaps, I thought. Except for the style of the decorations and the warm smell of drinks flowing in the air, here is very different from any of the normal coffee shops I’ve seen before.

“That door is a portal. It teleported you here.” That person added, “Here is a base of Team Java, code name ‘The Yoghurt’.”

“Team Java? The name of your group? And what do you mean by ‘Another world’?” I became pretty interested in this. I had a feeling that I was going to go on an interesting adventure – It was REALLY boring to work regularly day after day for money and REALLY surprising to meet something breaking the routine.

“Right. Team Java is the name of the whole group. The group unites Codemasters around the world to Protect Java.” That person explained.

“Protect Java? You kidding me?”

“No, of course.” Replied that person, “This world was constructed as the first line of code ran on computers. Programming languages became alive in this world. Once the existence of a language in this world is completely destroyed, all the programs built with it will be removed immediately from our original world, the real world. As you have already seen, someone is casting covetous eyes on Java. They’ve been taking actions.”

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“Interesting… So what’s the existence of Java? Coffee?”

That person laughed, “It used to be. But now not and it’s a top secret. I’m afraid that I have no permission to tell you.”

“Btw, who are you?”

“I’m Alan. The Administrator of the Local Area Network in Team Java.”

“Cool. Why do you save me? Need me to code?”

“In a way, yes. Coding is one of the reasons and more details will be told later when you meet our leader, Liny. She used to be the Local Information Navigator of the Yoghurt. She knows everything about Team Java. She'll explain things about your cup of coffee as well.”

“So what should I do next? To meet your leader?”

“Exactly. All you need is to follow that guide floating in front of you.”

There appeared a shinning arrow floating in front of me. It was pointing towards a corridor.

I followed it closely walking in the narrow corridor. That arrow was so bright that lit up the whole way.

That corridor was long.

“Amazing…” I said in amazement, thinking about all these things while walking, “Unbelievable… Can’t believe it’s real.”

“Ha. We only know a small part of the world.” Said Alan gently, “There’s a lot more waiting to be discovered. We are Always learning, aren’t we?”

“Yeah. Oh. Another thing to ask. How did you hack into my laptop?”

“We didn’t. We logged into it.”

I was confused at that moment, “Logged?”

“We had your password. Pretty simple.”

“What? How… Where did you get it?”

“From the one you are going to meet. But she didn’t tell us how. She’s a genius. She has her own unique skills.”

Some kind of Genius…

Minutes later, we arrived at an office. There was a huge server running at the corner of the room, making little noise. On the wall there were screens displaying texts and pictures.

“Here is our leader. Just walk inside. The guidance for you ends now.” Soon Alan hung up the phone.

In the center there stood a wooden desk with a laptop on it. A girl with long turquoise hairs was sitting behind, having her back to me.

She turned around. She was a maiden with a delicate, polished face. Her pale blue pupils were gleaming.

She stood up, smiling.

Wait a second… I knew her…